Prologue: Past Life

In the White Tiger Continent, country of Canaan, Western Suburbs, Birch Forest…

“Xena! You’ve sinned!”

It was the three thousand two hundred and seventieth spring on the White Tiger Calendar, and the Holy Temple army had surrounded the Demons and stole a mysterious black orb from them. The orb, carried by the Saintess, Xena, was being transported to the High Temple to be sealed. Saintess Xena not only didn’t complete the mission successfully, but she had also absorbed the black orb into her body, morphing into a demoness! Now, she was hunted down by every Holy Temple.

The one who shouted this was the High Temple elder – Francisque.

Looking at herself surrounded by dozens of Holy Temple disciples, Xena smiled lightly, her eyes filled with conspicuous emotions, “The Great Elder, what sin have I committed?”

“You stole a Demon Relic, and yet, you did not return it to the Holy Temple. In addition, you killed the Temple Priest! Now….now you show this nasty posture! Has your heart fallen into the abyss already?!”

“You’re a Demoness! A devil who blemishes the Temple’s reputation!”

“Demoness?” Xena laughed in her mind. Her clothing was torn during the battle, and those “nasty looks” came from the eyes of the so-called “saints.” So, it turned out the Higher Temple elders were nothing more than this.

With her eyes half-closed, she played with her long hair. Xena suddenly changed her temperament from the angry Saintess. Her eyes now captured souls, and her breaths were elegant. She placed her slender fingers on her chest and slowly drew circles.

She was surrounded by almost conspicuous charms, making the Temple Disciples who came to kill her waver and unconsciously step forward.    

Xena pointed at her proud body, and using her seductive voice, she whispered near Francisque’s ears, “That black orb was absorbed into my chest~ I wonder if the Great Elder Francisque wants to see it……”

Her scarlet lips opened and closed in front of Francisque, even though the Temple Elder thought this inappropriate, his heartbeat significantly went faster when he saw her white shoulders. He couldn’t move his body, and he was drooling uncontrollably.

Self explosion! Xena conjured crazily for her spirit beasts, she felt that the spirit power was overwhelming her body.

A self explosion of a third-tier Conjuror in such a near distance could surely blow the fifth-tier Francisque into dust.

Zoom! A teal-colored arrow shot through Xena’s back and the arrow’s tip could be seen on her chest. It suddenly suppressed all the urge of the explosion inside Xena’s body.

Xena unbelievably looked at the teal arrow on her chest; it was the special weapon she made for her best friend, Bearyl, herself. How could she not recognize it?

“The Great Elder, this woman is a devil, don’t be deceived!”

A feminine and soft voice sounded from behind Xena, but it sounded shockingly sharp to Xena. 

Bearyl…… 

Why did the Temple Priest who helped her die? Why did everyone know her escape route so well? Every mystery in Xena’s head was suddenly resolved.

Bearyl…… 

Pulling up Xena by her hair, the cute girl smiled lightly beside her,

“Xena, the position of the Saintess is mine, Prince Andrew is also mine. You can now peacefully…… Die!”

The dazzling shadow of the blade sharply swung for her head…

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